Back home
I'm so tired.
Jon and I got back home a little while ago from a quick trip with Dan and Andrew to a club called Shampoo.
No, we didn't wash our hair while we there. It's this club in Philadelphia, where Jon had discovered a little while back that the Israeli techno group Infected Mushroom was playing this particular one day. So we did a little planning, figured we'd go down, chill out at the club, grab a hotel room, sleep over, and drive back.
Well, it did go down somewhat like that. We left early yesterday morning, figuring that we'd get in mid-afternoon, hang out, and scope out this Shampoo club. With all this time to kill, we actually decided to make a detour in Connecticut along the way to grab lunch at Doogie's for eight total feet of hot dog goodness. However, because of this detour, we ended up heading down towards Philly via the George Washington Bridge in New York (which, I might add, we will never try again). BIG MISTAKE. We sat in traffic in New York City forever. After this, and later a little detour through Delaware, we finally arrived down in Philly around 7:30 PM. We checked in the hotel, found out how to get to the club, and headed on over.
We were thoroughly confused as we were walking over. Where the hell was this place? We were walking through run-down buildings, and it all looked like ancient industrial complexes. We eventually got to the club, and the only viable food option was this cute little bar across the street. We went in, grabbed some food and a couple drinks, and a little after 9 (when the club was supposed to open), we headed back across the street.
Our confusion about the area where this club was located was soon cleared up. We got inside and discovered that this place was no small club, and this was no short event going on that night. This was a crazy rave, set to go until 6 AM, and our beloved Infected Mushroom was not even playing until 2:30 AM! It was not much after 9 at this point, so we stared at each other, trying to figure out what to do for hours. We decided to jump on the dance floor and enjoy ourselves for a while. Dan wasn't into the dancing as much, and I was already a bit tired from driving all day, so he and I spent much of the time off on the side while Andrew and Jon went nuts. Time passed, and as Andrew and Jon kept coming over and realizing how time was passing much more slowly than they thought it was, we took a bit of a break and hung out in an outside area to grab some fresh air.
Eventually 2:30 approached. We returned to the main dance hall, where Infected Mushroom was to play, and prepared ourselves. They actually didn't come out until 2:40 or so, but it was totally worth it. All that energy that I had been preserving was released now. I went NUTS. I gradually pushed my way up to stage, just in time a little after 4 when they were done that I got to shake hands with Duvdev and the guitarist they had there (I don't know his name).
We all then wandered back to the hotel and pretty much collapsed into bed. I got a good 4.5 hours of sleep or so, plenty enough to drive back. We made a couple of stops on the way back, but the traffic flowed well all the way along, so it was pretty uneventful.
So 33 hours, 6 states, and 734 miles later, we're back in Boston.
(Yeah, and that's seriously what it was called. Shampoo.)
Jon and I got back home a little while ago from a quick trip with Dan and Andrew to a club called Shampoo.
No, we didn't wash our hair while we there. It's this club in Philadelphia, where Jon had discovered a little while back that the Israeli techno group Infected Mushroom was playing this particular one day. So we did a little planning, figured we'd go down, chill out at the club, grab a hotel room, sleep over, and drive back.
Well, it did go down somewhat like that. We left early yesterday morning, figuring that we'd get in mid-afternoon, hang out, and scope out this Shampoo club. With all this time to kill, we actually decided to make a detour in Connecticut along the way to grab lunch at Doogie's for eight total feet of hot dog goodness. However, because of this detour, we ended up heading down towards Philly via the George Washington Bridge in New York (which, I might add, we will never try again). BIG MISTAKE. We sat in traffic in New York City forever. After this, and later a little detour through Delaware, we finally arrived down in Philly around 7:30 PM. We checked in the hotel, found out how to get to the club, and headed on over.
We were thoroughly confused as we were walking over. Where the hell was this place? We were walking through run-down buildings, and it all looked like ancient industrial complexes. We eventually got to the club, and the only viable food option was this cute little bar across the street. We went in, grabbed some food and a couple drinks, and a little after 9 (when the club was supposed to open), we headed back across the street.
Our confusion about the area where this club was located was soon cleared up. We got inside and discovered that this place was no small club, and this was no short event going on that night. This was a crazy rave, set to go until 6 AM, and our beloved Infected Mushroom was not even playing until 2:30 AM! It was not much after 9 at this point, so we stared at each other, trying to figure out what to do for hours. We decided to jump on the dance floor and enjoy ourselves for a while. Dan wasn't into the dancing as much, and I was already a bit tired from driving all day, so he and I spent much of the time off on the side while Andrew and Jon went nuts. Time passed, and as Andrew and Jon kept coming over and realizing how time was passing much more slowly than they thought it was, we took a bit of a break and hung out in an outside area to grab some fresh air.
Eventually 2:30 approached. We returned to the main dance hall, where Infected Mushroom was to play, and prepared ourselves. They actually didn't come out until 2:40 or so, but it was totally worth it. All that energy that I had been preserving was released now. I went NUTS. I gradually pushed my way up to stage, just in time a little after 4 when they were done that I got to shake hands with Duvdev and the guitarist they had there (I don't know his name).
We all then wandered back to the hotel and pretty much collapsed into bed. I got a good 4.5 hours of sleep or so, plenty enough to drive back. We made a couple of stops on the way back, but the traffic flowed well all the way along, so it was pretty uneventful.
So 33 hours, 6 states, and 734 miles later, we're back in Boston.
(Yeah, and that's seriously what it was called. Shampoo.)